Superpowered Love Academy

She buttoned up her monastic robe, lowered her hood, and put away her laziness and dejection. Once she was dressed, her gaze naturally fell on Zuo Le.

His eyes held a silent tide.

The staring was like a premeditated, unannounced departure.

Tuqi naturally saw the look in her sister's eyes, but she didn't get angry or blame her; she simply suppressed the gentleness on her face.

"Unfulfilled expectations can become a subtle form of self-violence."

Tu Mi withdrew her gaze, straightened her ceremonial robe, and walked towards the door without looking back.

"You don't know anything! My story has only just begun..."

Tu Qi glanced at Tu Mi, her hands alternating on her lower abdomen, a slight smile playing on her lips, without offering any rebuttal.

……

When Zuo Le woke up, it was already evening.

He sat up abruptly in bed, scanned his surroundings, and found the room empty.

"They've left again?"

Suppressing the emptiness in her heart, Zuo Le comforted herself by not throwing away the dark short sword on the table.

He glanced at the bed and, besides the wrinkled sheets, saw his wallet lying carelessly on it.

I immediately opened my wallet and checked it, only to find that three thousand was missing.

"That stray dog ​​stole my money again!"

Zuo Le was indignant and tried to get up, but then felt dizzy again.

The depleted spiritual energy had not recovered, and Zuo Le even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit...

"Is the burden this heavy?"

Remembering Tu Mi's earlier warning, Zuo Le immediately checked the cooldown of the False Creator and found that this time the cooldown was exceptionally long, definitely more than three days.

He forced himself to walk to the table despite feeling dizzy, picked up the dark short sword, and was about to examine it.

The toilet door suddenly opened at that moment.

Tu Mi came out from inside, looked at Zuo Le, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth:

"you're awake?"

Chapter 59 Come closer, it smells even better!

"You didn't leave?" Zuo Le asked instinctively.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Tu Mi asked with a smile, leaning against the bathroom door frame while wearing flip-flops.

She changed back into that white shirt, still without pants, and it was unclear whether she was wearing anything underneath.

Zuo Le opened his mouth and stared at Tu Mi's crossed legs for a while.

No, he wasn't looking at legs just now; he was thinking about something related to the rose.

This must be a very important matter...

Finally, unable to recall anything, Zuo Le could only shake her head and suddenly opened up to Tu Mi:

"I...don't want to." Zuo Le paused, somewhat taken aback by her own answer.

"Yes, that's why I stayed." Tu Mi blinked her left eye.

Zuo Le was stunned for a moment; she was indeed very beautiful.

No, something seems to have been overlooked.

Zuo Le made way for the girl walking towards him, her white hair brushing past him, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air.

Tu Mi bent down, rummaged through Zuo Le's closet, and pulled out a pair of jeans to put on.

However, the same old problem persists: the pants are too big and keep falling down.

"Do you have a belt?" Tu Mi turned her head.

"The middle drawer," Zuo Le pointed.

"Okay." Tu Mi took out her belt and fastened it.

Seeing that she had covered her hair with a woolen hat and had also found an umbrella behind the door, Zuo Le couldn't help but ask:

"Are you going out?"

"Shouldn't we be going to have dinner by now? Wait until you're done with your work." Tu Mi smiled and pointed to the short knife on Zuo Le's table.

Zuo Le then remembered the dagger on the table and immediately nodded:

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Zuo Le had just finished speaking when he felt a brief moment of disorientation.

The image of Tu Mi leaning against the door with her bare legs flashed into my mind; that fair skin was hard to forget.

"What the hell am I thinking? A backlash from depleted spiritual energy?"

Zuo Le shook his head, forcing himself to pull his thoughts away from those legs and focus his attention on the short knife in front of him.

[Unnamed Short Sword - Fine: Dark, Mixed]

[Basic: Sharpness 3, Strength 2]

[Effect - Spirit Infusion: Capable of receiving the infusion of spiritual power.]

[Effect - Chaos: Can disrupt stable spiritual energy structures.]

[Description: A short sword crafted from black iron, stardust, and discoloring stone. Its sharpness has been enhanced, and some special effects have been permanently fixed. Although its strength is limited by the inferior materials, it possesses an extremely high level of craftsmanship and is an epic work of a false creator.]

Zuo Le checked the synthesis results one by one, starting with the weapon's rating level, which was upgraded from excellent to superb.

The sharpness has been improved, and two new effects, Enchantment and Confusion, have been added, which correspond to physical damage, Enchantment, and Armor Penetration, respectively.

It perfectly meets Zuo Le's current needs for weapons.

It can be said that he was very satisfied with the result of this enhancement.

However, Zuo Le noticed something at this time: at the end of You Gui's introduction, there was the phrase "[possesses synthesis value]".

But the short knife of today no longer bears any such inscription.

Zuo Le recalled the food he had synthesized before. The final result of all the previous synthesized items was "The Great Creation of a False Creator", but this time it was "An Epic Work".

Without exception, none of them contained information that they were of synthetic value.

Could this be interpreted as the fact that items synthesized by a false creator no longer possess the ability to be synthesized further?

Zuo Le felt a little regretful...

His initial idea was to create an infinite nesting of fake creators, constantly synthesizing and repeatedly synthesizing them.

Let's not even talk about outrageous feats like combining a bunch of junk into a magical artifact.

At the very least, he could use the materials he could afford to create a top-tier weapon with both high stats and excellent mechanics.

It now appears that this idea is not feasible.

"Therefore, it is only a false creator, not a true creator."

Zuo Le shook his head slightly; he would quickly accept any situation that arose.

Moreover, the weapon in front of him already meets his requirements.

"A weapon without a name? Then let's call it the Magic Assassin!"

Zuo Le dislikes long names; simple and straightforward names are best.

Compared to those martial artists whose bodies are as hard as iron, he is clearly more adept at killing magic-based cultivators like spirit masters.

French assassination, without a doubt.

After putting away her weapons, Zuo Le turned to look at Tu Mi again; she was already waiting at the door.

"Are you done?"

"Mm." Zuo Le nodded subconsciously.

"Are you still dizzy?" Tu Mi walked over and touched Zuo Le's forehead.

"I...I'm fine." Zuo Le's expression was a little stiff.

He followed Tu Mi downstairs, and it wasn't until they left the dormitory building that he realized the girl beside him wasn't wearing a mask.

"You're not wearing a mask?"

Tu Mi paused, looking up thoughtfully, her eyebrows curving upwards:

"I think I forgot."

"Should we go back and get it?"

"It's okay, not many people will actually pay attention to us." Tu Mi shook her head and continued walking forward.

"Okay then."

Zuo Le frowned and followed them.

The two arrived at the cafeteria. Tu Mi chose a corner seat and then poked Zuo Le's arm with her hand:

"I'm not wearing a mask, so it's not very convenient. Zuo Le, go get some food."

"it is good."

Zuo Le immediately agreed.

But when he actually got to line up with his tray and started talking to the cafeteria lady, he suddenly felt something was off.

Did I agree too readily just now?

This stray dog...

Didn't he also take three thousand yuan of his own money?

"Why should I treat her to dinner? At least make her give the money back!"

With this in mind, Zuo Le ordered a pork chop rice bowl and a beef rice bowl.

When he returned to Tu Mi and prepared to question her, his tone changed the moment he opened his mouth:

"Pork chop or beef rice bowl, which do you want?"

"Which one tastes better?" Tu Mi winked at him.

Her gaze made Zuo Le unconsciously take a shallow breath, and he pointed at the fatty beef:

"I think the fatty beef is tastier."

"Then I'll have the pork chop." Tu Mi smiled, revealing her teeth.

Zuo Le stared at her blankly, lost in thought for a long time, but Tu Mi urged her on:

"Please sit down."

Just as Zuo Le was about to sit down, she added:

Why are you sitting across from me? Can't you sit next to me?

"Ah good."

Zuo Le offered no emotional resistance, obediently sitting next to Tu Mi and eating the beef rice in front of him, forgetting the taste of the beef rice.

Because his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of the girl beside him, a fragrance that was hard to describe, he would always glance at the girl beside him from time to time.

Tu Mi, who was eating in small bites, seemed to sense something as well, and she tilted her head:

Why are you always spying on me?

Zuo Le hesitated for a moment, then inexplicably told the truth:

You smell very nice.

Tu Mi merely curled her lips into a smile, lowering her voice slightly, her lips almost touching his ear:

"You smell even better when you come closer!"